Very mediocre hagiography that rehashs what we already know and avoids most of the darker stuff. The details of his sex life are obfuscated by a lens that only wants to see long term lovers and the details of quite who he's doing what with when become quite unclear.
I'm not sure why it does the most boring narrative choice of birth to death linear narrative. Better to have started in the 1950s as he fell deeper and deeper out of favour.
But there is some great archive and they allow the clips to play without narrating over everything.
Rupert Everett barely dials in his vocal performance as Coward. They should've used AI like The Andy Warhol Diaries did so successfully.
I'm not sure why it does the most boring narrative choice of birth to death linear narrative. Better to have started in the 1950s as he fell deeper and deeper out of favour.
But there is some great archive and they allow the clips to play without narrating over everything.
Rupert Everett barely dials in his vocal performance as Coward. They should've used AI like The Andy Warhol Diaries did so successfully.